Jack Shadoian
2 poems
72.
as a young man I was in love
with one of my female teachers,
a mysteriously beautiful bio-chemist.
all I did outside (and in) schoolwas dream of fondling her. I also
smoked a lot, to both distract and concentrate
(Kents, with the micronite filter).
thus back and forth I went, quite happily.love levels all of us to aristocrats
that we may enjoy, guilt-free, a range
of hormonal impetuosities, and memorably near-fatal
quicksands of obsession.the secret of life is
to be a world unto oneself
in which things like war and money and bio-chemistry
become irrevelant to your waitingfor the great moment which is always
coming and therefore cannot arrive.
this I humbly sat and learned, in awe of
beauty now decrepid, blank in name.Paradoxication
we tallied up the countess’ countless indescretions
(was he out of town again?),
but not her calumnies or cartwheelsless is more but more is not less
these random aromas were by design
meant to vanquishah!
lisps and stutters
behind open shutterscome nun come awl
there will be foreplay
afterwards